Fountain of Wine
Pan Lang
I often remember watching the tide.
Out of the town, crowds came to the shore.
The sea was empty, pouring into the river.
Like ten thousand drums, tide after tide roared.
Swimmers stood in the waves,
While red flags in their hands never got wet.
After returning, I saw the tide in my dreams.
Waking up, my heart still shivered.
Pan Lang
I often remember watching the tide.
Out of the town, crowds came to the shore.
The sea was empty, pouring into the river.
Like ten thousand drums, tide after tide roared.
Swimmers stood in the waves,
While red flags in their hands never got wet.
After returning, I saw the tide in my dreams.
Waking up, my heart still shivered.